Ling Zihuan slowly opened his eyes......

A big "Buddha" word, come into view, surrounded by a circle of fine patterns in turn, and then along the periphery, a circle of finely carved five hundred Arhat statues, and form a large circle.

All the arhats are of the same size, but their expressions and bodies are all different, and they are arranged in rows, and they are extremely upright. Then, on the periphery of the large circle is the ceiling with a blue background and black edge, two feet higher than the middle Buddha circle, and the painting style on it is different, it is a square grid, each square is one foot square, with gold piping, and there are Buddhist auspicious beasts such as unicorns, phoenixes, golden dragons, goats, etc., these patterns are the same in each square.

Ling Zihuan gradually became conscious, and looked at the empty room next to him, there was no one. Qiu Qinhan and the fat man were not always guarding Ling Zihuan's side, they were both in their respective guest rooms at the moment, cultivating with peace of mind.

After a few days and nights of rest, the qi and blood recovered almost completely, and the soreness in his body had subsided, but he felt that his body and bones were a little weak, and he was afraid that he had been lying in bed for too long.

The weather outside was clear, and the fierce sunlight was shining down, reflecting white and dazzling on the stone floor, and a ray of white light shone on the wooden door, sending a little heat.

Ling Zihuan walked out, took a big breath of fresh air with his chin on his head, and immediately felt refreshed. At this moment, his muscles were full of vitality, his blood was smooth, he was free from the intrusion of demonic energy, and his face looked a lot ruddy.

At this time, what caught Ling Zihuan's eyes was that there were seven or eight warrior monks cultivating their bodies in the courtyard, which was a serious and authentic refining body!

"Drink, drink, drink!"

"Whew, whew!"

It was a young warrior monk who was practicing boxing, punching rhythmically again and again, and Sha Bao's big fist tore through the void and stirred up bursts of sound.

"Whew, whew!"

Most of the warrior monks cultivating in the courtyard were bare, shiny and dark muscles, sweating profusely under the scorching sun.

I saw a warrior monk walk to an iron bell, add the heaviest weight, and then lift it above his head, only to see his eight uneven abdominal muscles open and crack, at this time another warrior monk walked over, a punch hammered on his abdominal muscles, the always resolute tough guy monk took his fist and kept it still.

Ling Zihuan's heart shook slightly, he couldn't imagine that this warrior monk's body was so strong, while lifting heavy objects, he could also withstand the attacks of others, his footwork was not chaotic, and his body was as stable as a rock.

The warrior monk was not satisfied, and after a few punches, the muscles of the upper body of the warrior monk holding the iron bell bulged, and the bronze outline was very eye-catching under the scorching sun, and the base of the abdominal muscles was abrupt, like a knife splitting an axe and chiseling. However, in the face of the continuous heavy punches, he still held his strength and did not give in in the slightest, holding the barbell high.

After a quarter of an hour, the monk was so exhausted by the successive blows that he couldn't help but stop, and the monk who was carrying heavy objects was covered in sweat, like steam, red and wet, shiny with oil, and his breathing seemed to be heavier. His two huge pectoral muscles fell together with his breathing, and the abdominal muscles were more pronounced by the blow, and the smell of sweat was in the air.

After resting for a while, the warrior monk began a new round of wild pumping, still using his hard fists to hit the thick skin and flesh of the warrior monk, who was lifting heavy objects, and each punch was an explosive blow, but after half an hour, the warrior monk still did not give in.

Ling Zihuan was taken aback, not to mention the punches and feet of the attack, just take this strong ability to resist blows, this martial monk's refining body is at least six levels of physical strength!

The refining body is sixfold, strong as a cow, stable as a rock, rough skin and thick meat, both inside and outside!

For any monk and martial artist, talent is the first thing, and perseverance is the second. The sweaty warrior monks in front of them are so intense in their daily physical training, and in order to exercise their strength and resist blows, they are carrying out almost cruel training, and they all rely on perseverance to persevere.

Ling Zihuan was stunned, he boasted that he had a noble spirit bloodline, and an ancient spirit sword "Long Yuan", cultivating the supreme magic technique of the Xuanqing Sect "Nine Heavens Running Thunder Mantra", as well as a mysterious fragment of an ancient spirit stone - red jade.

But how could he have persevered, how could he have such tenacity and perseverance?

If one day, there is no "Long Yuan", no different bloodline, no opportunities and coincidences, where will he have today's cultivation?

However, this cultivation is far from enough, far from enough!

Thinking of this, Ling Zihuan inadvertently remembered the battle between Ji Lingcheng and Jiuying. Although the sword soul Wu Liezi was integrated into his own spirit blood, he still did not defeat the Nine Infants, and almost lost his life at the hands of the demon beast.

"Bastard!"

Ling Zihuan scolded, his teeth clenched, his fists clenched, and his stomach was full of unwillingness and resentment!

"Hey, after eight days of sleep, you're finally alive?" At this moment, the fat man came over and said angrily.

Ling Zihuan turned around and glanced at the fat man, his fat face squeezed out a shallow smile, and his bulging belly was like a leather ball.

"With you as a divine doctor, it's hard for me to die!" Ling Zihuan sighed pretendedly, then looked away and looked back at the Zheng Zheng warriors who were refining their bodies in the courtyard.

"Come on, I didn't heal your wounds. However, it is not easy for Master Zhichen to cross the Mahayana True Qi into your body and help you open up your bloodline, and the risk this time is not ordinarily large. The demonic qi is wandering through the tendons, the qi and blood are chaotic and stagnant, if there is a slight difference in the second step of healing, it is very likely that the backlash will occur. ”

"I have to thank him!" Ling Zihuan took a deep breath and nodded.

"Not only that, but he also personally sent you back, which made many of the temple's subordinates and warrior monks blushing along the way. ”

"Send me back in person?" Ling Zihuan frowned and asked suspiciously.

"That's right, you were weak at that time, fainted, and didn't realize anything. ”

Ling Zihuan touched his chin, indifferently, and then suddenly remembered something, looked at the fat man again, and said, "By the way, what about Qiu Qinhan?"

"She heard yesterday that the Xuanqing Sect and the Tiger Roaring Hall and the Ouyang family were besieging Jiling City and fighting with the demons and demons of the Ten Thousand Youtang, so she hurried to Jiling City. ”

"Oh, that's it!"

For Ling Zihuan, this news was almost guessed. It's just that it has been a while since the day when Ruan Qixue went to Xuanqingzong alone to propose to relieve the disaster of Jiling City, and then the war in Jiling City yesterday, which shows that Ruan Qixue is indeed in trouble.

"She took a special look at you when she left yesterday. I told her that your pulse is normal, your qi and blood are smooth, and she will wake up in a few days before she can leave with peace of mind. ”

Ling Zihuan breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "I remember the first time I saw Senior Sister Qiu, I felt that she was as cold as a block of ice. However, in the later contact, I think she is still a very good friend. The cultivation is profound, but he is not smiling, but his bones are full of the morality of the world!"

The fat man sighed heavily, and the fat on his face shook a little, "I don't know what kind of blessing you have cultivated in your life, and all good things have been fished up by you!"

Ling Zihuan heard this, thought about it for a while, and looked at the fat man with strange eyes, who knew that the fat man saw Ling Zihuan's surprised eyes, his brows were tightened, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he walked away and returned to his room.

"Drink, drink, drink!"

"Whew, whew!"

The warrior monks in the courtyard were still practicing tirelessly under the scorching sun. The bronzed muscles bulged, and the muscles were exceptionally clear.

When Ling Zihuan passed by the courtyard, he glanced at it one last time, and walked away in the opposite direction from the fat man.

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